55 cuts run up my side
55 secrets I have to hide
55 insecurities carved into my flesh
55 reasons my life is such a mess
55 battle wounds from the war waged upon myself
55 worries I cant store upon a shelf
55 feelings I can no longer keep inside
55 troubles I dont want to keep in my mind
55 scars I will bare in passing time
55 reminders of the pain that is all mine
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You truly amaze me.
ReplyDeleteYou write as though you are some famous poet waiting for all to hear your magnificent words.
I hope you do something in writing for you my dear have a calling to it. =)
This pain that you bare...
You don't have to weigh it all on your own..There is some one who cares. I know there is. I wish you all but the greatest happiness. Please this weekened try to enjoy your self and do not think of any pain, friends, family, or any thing depressing.
Think of you and only your greatest happiness.
Hope- your friend
I think you need to take all your poems and put them into a book to be published they are really beautiful.
ReplyDelete~Misa~